After that, we're just waiting for the surgeons to come get us at any point - middle of the night, tomorrow, (Lord help us!) the next day, etc. Yes, we've decided to get the g-tube. I'm going to spare you the gory details of the decision-making process because I really, really want to eat the food brought by one of my future sons-in-law, but we have decided to go ahead with the surgery and to do it inpatient while we are here. I'm thrilled to have made a decision, and I'm hoping and praying that it's the right one. Well, maybe there wasn't a "right" and a "wrong" here, but I hope it turns out to be a good one. Time will tell, I guess.
For now, it's time for mama to FEAST!